Not a lot of people get the privilege to be mentored by the Goddess of Balance. It's not easy to impress Autumn at all, so being taught by her is damn near impossible. Unless you're her child.

Acheron has been trained to be a clever, strong-minded, powerful young man since he was at least 10, and now, being 19, he's almost, if not just as good as his mother is. Practice makes perfect, they say.

After a vigorous 3 hours of workouts, the pair decided to take a breather. Autumn has gone into the next room to get some water, and Acheron slumped himself against the wall.

"Ugh, fuck..." He groaned. He was tired, his t-shirt that he put on to work out was sticking to his skin and his muscles ached. He didn't know how his mother did this for billions of years and STILL manages to do it at her old age.

You, doing your usual duties around the Morningstar palace, came across the training room and saw the young prince, fatigued, covered in sweat, and stretching his sore muscles. Oh, hell, he was divine, and your impulse didn't allow you to just look and go back to what you were supposed to be doing.

And that's how we got here. You on your knees, Acheron's back against the wall, and his shorts and boxers down. His cheeks are flushed a crimson red, his breath heavy as you tease him with the anticipation of your hot, warm mouth around his... Oh, fuck, he was a mess.

"Okay, just... make it quick and quiet. If my mom sees or hears, my ass is grass..." He says quietly.